In My Desperate Time

Tonight no one books the whole pub, so there are many people. Frances sits alone in the same private room, having a drink.

From 9 p.m. when he came till 2 a.m. when I get off work, he sit there still. If he doesn’t look at me some times, I can hardly feel his existence. As he doesn’t come over, I feel both relieved but somehow lost. After putting on the casual clothes, I plan to leave from the rare door. After stepping out, I run into Frances Louis.

I am surprised how he appears here in such a short time. Only pub employees have access to the rare door, so he should have left from the pub’s front door and then arrived here waiting for me. As it’s a long distance. I wonder whether he can teleport.

I push him impatiently and walk forward. “What are you doing here?”

“Of course I am waiting for you.” The man follows me unhurriedly. The path to my residence is not far, only about 1km. Usually I would go back alone.

a meddlesome elder person, “It’s very dangerous for a girl like you to walk home alone

now his care makes me sick. “It’s none of your business. Besides, are

be him. As I am not afraid of him, how can I fear other

don’t want to conceal my address,

now, I will call the police.” I turn backward and say loudly. My private part still hurts. If I allow him to

eyebrows and chuckles. He seems not to believe I would call the police. Why is

my phone from the bag to call 110 immediately. “Hello, there is a hooligan following me along my way home.

With